Granted That It's Not Prime Porter...
It manages to be totally ersatz, a weak and utterly incredible Americanization of a stage show that did manage to pull off some authentic flavor and atmosphere. Everything is brassy and most is flagrantly anachronistic, the casting of Sinatra (written into the screenplay) is particularly puerile, the omission of some of the score's great songs -- "Allez-Vous En", for one -- in favor of older ones that had become generic and don't belong, all add up to an insult to the filmgoer's intelligence.
"Believe not what you only wish to believe, but that which truth demands"